The Search

I have been so busy lately that it isn’t funny and I joked to my friends the other day that I almost forgotten that I AM PREGNANT!

It has been more then 2 weeks since our return and I am glad that the 2 most crucial items in my checklist have been checked. I have just collected my keys to my new place this week and there are now more than 60 boxes sitting around the house waiting to be unpacked! I am so glad that I managed to find a car which literally gives me ‘legs’ to run errands more efficiently. I guess being pregnant and lugging a 5 year old give me reason for being so pampered.

Looking for a used car is by far the most challenging experience. I love to drive but I must admit that I am no way an expert when it comes to test driving a car.

I can’t tell the difference between a normal brake and a worn one.
I can’t tell the difference between a gear box that is working well and one that is near its life.

I never realised that one can make an old tyre looked new merely by polishing it but now I know better than to judge a tyre by its shiny look.
I learned that clocking 20,000km in mileage per year is an average but NOT a norm that I should accept.
I learned that when a car ‘drift’ when the steering wheel is released, it is more than just an uneven road like what the car salesman claims. TRUST YOUR FEEL !

And the first thing to check when you open the car bonnet is not how FLAWLESS the engine looks, because ALL car dealers have an incredible way to make the oldest engine look new. ALWAYS look out for the bright sticker on the front metal piece !

There was one day when I rushed from east to the west side of the island during peak hours for what I thought was the best deal in town, just to be shown a car with a missing sticker! Reason, the car might have been in a bad accident and the engine has been totally changed.

It is a pity that the used car industry in Singapore does not have a system like the Kelley Blue Book in the US where all used car are being valuated and important background information that may unearth hidden problems in a vehicle that may affect its safety and resale value can be found. We are very much left with our own experience and trustworthiness of the salesman’s words when it comes to buying a used car.

Believe me, I have nothing against car salesmen, but dealing with them just makes me feel like a daggling piece of meat, in front a pack of hyenas. I felt so vulnerable and I hate this feeling.

I hate it even more when I was given the ‘ARE YOU SURE ?’ look whenever I ask to test drive a car. Maybe a woman, a pregnant one, lugging a 5 year old has a big label on her head that says ‘ACCIDENT PRONE’.

I am so glad that the car search ordeal is finally over and I can now concentrate on unpacking boxes and searching for new furnitures for our new place.


So we have finally arrived home at sunny Singapore and the first thing that greeted us when we stepped foot into the carpark was the HEAT! but I am absolutely loving it. The heat, the sweat and the breeze. I missed sweating without having to work my heart out.

I sweat when I sit down for my bowl of bak chok mee during late afternoon lunch, I sweat while queueing up for my bowl of wantan mee under the evening stars. It’s crazy but this is home and I missed it.

For the past week, apart from trying to recover from the jet lag, we have been running around the island like busy ants. We slept at 5 in the morning and woke up at 2 in the afternoon. Our body clock was completely screwed. It was insane.

The flight from Paris to Singapore was a breeze. I truly enjoy travelling with my little companion. He is such a cool, avid and season traveller. Being an aviation fanatic is probably the reason for his enthusiasm.
He chatted none stop at the boarding lounge.
He was eager to carry his own backpack all the way, while telling me in a serious voice
‘I will carry my own bag since you have a baby inside.
I don’t want you to get too tired’
Awww. He is my sweetest boy.

On board the plane, he ate, he slept, he played game, he took pictures. He was far more excited about boarding his Boeing 777 than missing Daddy.

It was only during the first night in Singapore that reality sets in, that he will not be seeing my husband for a while. He knew that it is going to be 1 month. He knew that it is going to be 4 weeks. He understands that the longest that my husband has been away for the past 1 year has only been 1 week and he is finally feeling the separation and he told me in his sad voice,
‘I am not happy’
‘I want to go back to Paris’
‘I miss Daddy’
and after talking to my husband over the phone, they came up with a solution.

He had this placed next to his bed, hoping that it will help him sleeps better.
It was a little surprise from Daddy.
The first thing that greeted us when we arrived home.

A New Adventure

For the past week, boxes have been lining the entrance of our apartment. We were busy packing, again. I dread moving.

It is hell lot of work and it is draining, both physically and mentally. Every item that goes inside the box has to go through the mental sieve

‘Do I need this ?’
‘Will I use this ?’
‘Is this out of fashion ?’
‘Is it worth shipping back ?’

By the end of each box, I am exhausted, both mentally and physically.

And frankly speaking, I have my husband’s constant nagging and reminding to thank.

Instead of amassing material wealth, for the last 1 year, I have spent a great deal of time reflecting and feeding my inner soul. The latter is truly liberating yet when I arrived at no answer nor solution, which happens very often, I look back at the immediate gratification that swiping cards could bring. I concur that ignorance is indeed a bliss.

And because I shop less, I end up buying less and becasue I buy less, I have less to pack now and thus less to ship home.

We are almost through with the packing. But it doesn’t end here. I have more on my plate.

Malcolm, myself and the little bulge in my tummy will be flying home this weekend.
I have 1 month to sort out the domestic and settle down before my husband joins us. From looking for a place to stay, to hunting for a family car, sourcing for funiture and finding a school for Malcolm.
It sounds like a nightmare already but surprisingly, I am really looking forward to what lies ahead.
I am excited about the fact that many things are unknown and many decisions are waiting to be made.
It is liike a brand new beginning, an adventure to an unknown land.

My optimism does puzzle me
I suspect it is the hormones again
or maybe it is the support and help that I am getting from family and friends back home,
or that I will be dressing up a new home again, satisfying the nestling instinct of a pregnant woman
or the mere thought of driving a car, AGAIN. (yes, I MISS driving)
or perhaps it was all because of the card swiping at Champs Elysees yesterday

Whatever it is, Bring’em On, Life !